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Two.
Talking low.
Unaware.
I flatten into the shadow just before the corner.
Wait.
Count.
One.
Two.
They pass.
They don’t see me.
They don’t hear me.
They don’t get another chance.
I move.
Fast.
Precise.
Silent.
And now—
My instincts spike.
Hard.
Sharp.
Unmistakable.
She’s close.
Lark
They leave me alone.
With the system.
That’s their third mistake.
I don’t try to break it.
Breaking it would alert them.
No—
I study it.
